Rock Me Harder (Rock Star Rockstar Erotic Romance) (Rock Me #2) (4 page)

“Thanks Christian.” My anger was quickly dissipating now that I realized that it wasn’t actually on purpose that Christian stood me up. In fact, telling him about Jared made me feel like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. I felt more relaxed now, like some of my problems had completely disappeared. The problem was, the problems had disappeared completely and I was going to have to figure out what I was going to do about them.

“Let me make today up to you Violet. I’ll take you out tomorrow in Paris, we’ll have an incredible day, and though make sure it’s something you never forget.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“For now, let’s get you to bed. It’s late and if you don’t get to sleep soon you’re going to wake up with a huge headache in the morning.” Christian glanced at the empty bottle. “Well, chances are you’re going to wake up with headache anyways.”

Sure enough, the next day I woke up to a pounding head. I down some headache pills and ordered a nice greasy breakfast from room service as I packed up my things and got ready to fly to Paris. Four hours later we were in what’s commonly known as the most romantic city in the world.

As we flew into the airport I saw the Eiffel Tower, standing tall above the rest of the city. I couldn’t believe it, I thought I would die without ever seeing it with my own eyes. As we drove through the streets to the hotel, I was amazed at how different this city was from London. The architecture was all quite different, the drivers a lot more aggressive, but I had to admit it was really beautiful. Cafés lined the streets, people walked slowly past enjoying their daily lives and the smell of bread wafted into the car from time to time from the various bakeries around.

When we got to the hotel, we unpacked and Christian told me to get ready for our date. I dressed in nicely, noticing on the way in that everyone in Paris seemed to be incredibly fashion forward. Christian took me by the hand and led me out to the waiting car. We drove first to a chocolate shop, where we had our own dedicated chocolatier who allowed us to taste every single one of the exquisite creations of the shop. I learned that the owner had been named the world’s best chocolatier five years running.

We came out at the shop and went to dinner, to the most amazing restaurant. I’ve no idea how much it costs since the menu didn’t have prices written on it, but I knew it was way too much. Christian ordered our food, speaking to the waiter in perfect French. Somehow I knew that this was the type of restaurant where France’s rich and famous dined as well. Despite the fact that we weren’t hidden away in the back of the restaurant, nobody seemed even notice we were there. I didn’t recognize any of the other diners, but I suspected they were in the upper echelons of French society as well.

When we finally came out of the restaurant, both of us full and elated, I thought our night was over. I expected the car to come pick us up and take us back to the hotel, but instead it drove in the other direction.

“Where are we going?” I asked Christian. After all, it was after 10 o’clock, and surely apart from the clubs there would be nothing open anymore in Paris.

“You’ll see” Christian replied with a smile and a wink, and as he came up to the tall, imposing structure I’d seen from the airplane, I finally realized where we were going.

“Do they really keep this open that late?” I asked. I realized how naïve I must’ve sounded later, but I really had no idea.

“No, the tower’s closed. But luckily, I have a few connections and with a little cash were going to get it all to ourselves. Wait here.”

Christian left the car and came back a few minutes later, motioning for me to follow him. I did so in awe as we were taken to an elevator which brought us up to the second floor before a gentleman led us to another elevator which brought us to the absolute top of the Eiffel Tower.

The gentleman said something to Christian in French, and then went back down. Christian smiled at me.

“We are completely alone up here, the man says he’ll come back in two hours to get us.”

I went over to the window, looking down on the city. It was late, the cold wind bursting through the grates stopping people from jumping off the tower. Still, Paris at night was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. The lights of the city shone bright below us, hundreds of feet below.

“Oh my God. I can’t believe we’re really up here!” I exclaimed, looking at Christian, who grinned and came over to me. He was still holding the bag of chocolates we bought earlier as he wrapped his arms around me and held me close as we watched the city lights together.

It felt like we were the only two people in the world. We were alone, up here, together, and nothing could tear us apart. I’d never felt this way before.

“I hope this makes up for the other day” Christian cooed into my ear, and I leaned back against him.

“Absolutely. I’m still not even sure this is real.”

Christian turned me around to face him, then with one hand lifted my chin towards him. He leaned down and kissed me softly, ever so softly.

“I love you, Violet” he whispered to me.

“I love you too.”

Christian took a small chocolate from the bag and slipping it gently into my mouth. The sweetness of the small treat radiated through my body, the eroticism of the situation turning me on. I’d never had this kind of reaction to chocolate before! I immediately began to feel that familiar tug in the bottom of my stomach, the heat building up inside of me. Were we really going to do this here? Alone, at the top of the Eiffel Tower? I knew we were, and the thought turned me on even more.

Christian took me by the hand and led me down to the protected level below the balcony. This space was heated, and the windows shielded us from the wind. He took off his full-length trench coat and lay it on the ground, putting the bag of chocolates next to it. Then, taking me softly by the hand, Christian lay me down on his jacket and climbed on top of me. His mouth was immediately on mine, exploring me as I moaned with pleasure. I grabbed his hair, taking it in my hands as I wanted nothing more than this. I wanted this moment to last forever, this night to last forever.

Slowly, ever so slowly as he continued to kiss me, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth, Christian undressed me. He took his time, making sure the fabric rubbing against my skin was tantalizing. I knew I was wet, I knew I was hot and ready for Christian, but I also knew he was going to take his time with me.

“I just want to rip your clothes off and take you right here, right now” he murmured into my ear, sending a new wave of juices spilling from my sex.

“Then why don’t you?” I teased back, my voice getting deep and husky with desire.

“Because you deserve better. I’m going to treat you right, take you slowly, then bring you to a peak of pleasure like you’ve never experienced before in your life” he replied, stroking my hair, and I felt myself going weak.

When I was completely naked below him, Christian began to move his mouth down. He started on my breasts, taking each nipple slowly into his mouth, tweaking them until they were stiff, then moved further down my body. His hot breath on my skin gave me goose bumps, turning me on more and more with every passing second.

Finally, Christian found his way in between my legs, and I let out a little gasp. His tongue found my clit, stroking it gently, every little flick of his tongue sending fire coursing through my veins. I leaned back into Christian’s jacket on which I lay, enjoying the sensations. My eyes looked out, and I could see the glittering lights of the city, so far below us.

Christian’s tongue moved from my clit down to the folds of my sex. I loved the feeling of his tongue on my most sensitive parts, I loved the feeling of his hot breath against me. He moved slowly in between my folds, lapping up the juices spilling from my sex as I moaned with pleasure, grabbing his hair, spreading my legs to give him even better access to my body.

Then without warning, Christian slid his tongue deep inside of me. A cry of pleasure and surprise escaped my lips as his tongue darted in and out of my sex, each tiny little movement sending me ripples of pleasure. He was so deliberate in his movements, so knowledgeable of just which parts of the inside of me to tease to bring me pleasure unlike anything else.

Over and over, his tongue continued to dart in and out of me. The pleasure inside of me began to build up, I could feel the familiar pressure in my body, the pressure telling me I was going to cum.

“Ohhh Christian. Oh I’m going to cum!” I cried out as my legs began to tense up, but just as I was about to fall into the pleasure of orgasm, Christian pulled his tongue from me and looked up, grinning as I let out a cry of disappointment.

“Not yet, my dear” he murmured as he sat back up. I watched as he stripped down, the soft light in the room showing off the subtle ripples of his muscular body. When he pulled down his pants, he revealed his shaft, hard and ready for action. I wanted him, more than anything on the planet. I needed that orgasm he’d denied me, I absolutely needed it. I was practically drooling at the thought of having him inside of me.

Christian moved back in between my legs, and I knew this time I was going to get what I wanted. He rubbed his cock in my juices then pressed it against my entrance. As he slid inside of me with a single long, smooth stroke, Christian kissed me, wrapping his arms around me, and I’d never felt so perfectly in love as in that moment.

He stroked my hair as he began to thrust in and out of me, slowly, ever so slowly. I wanted to cry at him, I wanted to scream at him to go faster, to give me that orgasm I wanted, but the smooth, deliberate strokes of his shaft inside of me sent a different type of pleasure coursing through me. It was like going down a soft stream on a gentle, warm spring day as opposed to white water rapids heading towards a waterfall. It was soft, but sent a constant, radiating pleasure through me nonetheless. It warmed by bones, made me feel like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. Christian was making love to me, and I had never felt so loved before in my life.

As he continued to slide in and out of me, slowly taking his time as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm, I could feel the pressure building inside of me once more. He sped up slightly, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum this time!” I cried out, and Christian slid into me with a tiny bit more force than before, subtly yet definitely taking me over the edge, at the same time as his cock exploded inside of me.

We came together, clutching each other as though for dear life. My cries of pleasure masked his own, as spurts of hot seed shot deep inside of me while my pussy pulsated around him, pure pleasure radiating through my body. I wrapped my legs around him, my muscles tensing, then releasing, completely exhausted from the effort exerted.

Wave after wave of pleasure racked my body, and just as I was certain the orgasm was going to pass, another flow of bliss washed through me. This was pure, unadulterated pleasure, and I never wanted it to end.

Unfortunately, however, it did end, and Christian and I collapsed together on his coat, laying together on the floor of the Eiffel tower.

“That was amazing” I finally whispered, not trusting my voice to be able to speak completely.

“Definitely. You’re incredible, Violet.”

“So are you.”

We lay there together in silence for a while, and after a few minutes Christian got up.

“Stay there, I’ll be right back” he said, returning a couple of minutes later with two flutes of champagne.

“Where on earth did you get these?” I asked as we toasted, standing up and watching the lights of Paris below us.

“There’s a fridge up here, tourists can pay to get champagne, so I had the guard put a bottle in the fridge for me earlier.”

“This is just by so far the most romantic thing anybody has ever done for me.”

“I’m glad, you deserve it.”

I gazed into Christian’s eyes, and it was like all of the stress from before completely evaporated. Everything was going to be fine. I still had to talk to my mom sometime, but that could wait until the future. I also was going to have to do something about Jared. After all, he was actively trying to sabotage our relationship now. But even though he’d tried once, he hadn’t succeeded. Christian and I were stronger than that, and I knew that no matter what we had to face in the future, no matter what came next, we were going to be able to face it together.

To Be Continued...

Thanks for reading! In case you missed it, please don’t forget to check out the first title in this series:

Rock Me Senseless
: When Violet's best friend and first true love Christian Anderson's family moves to England, she isn’t worried. After all, he promised her he’d come back for her one day. Although when ten years pass and Violet hasn’t heard from him, she’s given up on ever hearing from him again.

But when she finds herself reading an email from Christian, inviting her to come to England and visit him, everything changes. Suddenly, Violet finds herself in a new country, visiting with one of the most famous rock stars in England.

Christian is still incredibly sexy, Violet knows that, but has time sent them too far astray, or will they still be able to rekindle the fire that existed almost a dozen years earlier?

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